It's a Small World After All...

CRACK! Britney's head slams down on the concrete as Allyson forces her down onto the ground.
"Everyone, it's alright. She's going to be fine," Allyson yells. People are gathering around now and Allyson pushes people away from Britney's now limp body.
It's dark. Britney tries but can't open her eyes. Tries, but can't move her arms or legs. Where am I? she thinks, What happened?
"Britney..." she hears something in the distance, but was it real or her imagination? She tries again, so hard, to open her eyes and all of a sudden they open. It's bright white, sterile almost; she blinks a few times and sits up. She's in a large white room, totally blank, sitting on the ground. Britney takes a deep breath and looks around and sees someone off in the distance, the very far distance, someone very tall and lanky was walking towards her. She struggles to stand up but manages to balance on her two feet. She walks towards the figure advancing on her but stops. He comes closer and Britney is starting to be able to make out facial feature, was it? No, it couldn’t be. Britney squints, trying to figure out who it was and before she knows it he is standing in front of her.

“Oh my John Krasinski!” she yells.

“No, I am not John Krasinski. I just look like him,” the man says, “But, to make things a little easier, you may call me John.”

“John. Where am I?” Britney asks.

“Well, that depends. Some people call this heaven, but those are the people who aren’t going back. Some people call this hell, but to them it looks very different. What do you see Britney?”

“How do you know my name?”

“Don’t ask questions.”

“It’s a big white room.”

“Very good. I can tell you why you’re here. Remember all of those times you thought to yourself, “If I spend one more day at Bob’s Muffler I will kill myself. Please, someone, anyone, get me out of here.’? Well, we heard you.”

“We?”

“You don’t need to know who we are.”

“Well, fine. How do I go home? I was at Disneyland, man!”

“That wasn’t really you. We had to figure out a way to get you here and the kindest way we could think of was to get your friend to knock you out in order to protect hordes of innocent young children”

“What? That was totally me. Those kids were in my freaking way!”

“Really? Did I forget to file the paperwork on that one? We totally meant to send a temporary personality into the real world to make you act totally insane. Hold on, let me call this in,” John pulled out his phone and dialed a few numbers.

“Yeah, this is not John Krasinski, did we send the crazies to Britney Nicole Clemmons? No? What do you mean it wasn’t approved? I told him! Fine. Bye,” he hung up. “Well, it seems that you weren’t approved to come here. Since we can’t really send you back into the real world and you don’t have clearance to stay here, looks like we have to send you down under.”

“What? I don’t want to go to Hell! I don’t deserve it! I’m innocent. Innocennnnnnnnnt!” Britney cried.

“Who said anything about Hell? We’re sending you to Australia.”

“Noooooooooooooooooooooo! I’d rather go to Hell!”

“Sorry, Britney. See you next time,” John said and walked away.

Britney sat down on the ground and buried her head in her hands.

“All I wanted were pictures with the Disneyland Disney characters. Now I’m being sent to Australia!” she said to herself. Allyson was stuck back in Anaheim with Britney’s body and she had no way to get back to it.

TO BE CONTINUED